Testing a rusty voice, not looking for a game

[anarkh]

Ah, mun! I-I haven't seen you in so long...I guess something must have reminded you. It's okay, I'm just happy to be out for a little bit. Um, y-you don't think...people will be afraid of me here, do you?

I d-don't want to...f-frighten anyone.

Comments

[polyturtle]

...why would juvenile kyphosis be frightening?

[anarkh]

[I don't know, why would giant talking turtles be frightening] Hnngh --! W-Wha....um...

[just give him a moment to process this]

[strongestcoward]

GEIYAAAAAH! Too late, stumpy!

[anarkh]

[Stumpy's a new one, he has to admit. Too bad he's too busy gaping at your weird ass mask to be offended]

[warchangedme]

People are a little more educated here.

[Have a tall blonde man bending over slightly and holding his hand out.]

Alfred F. Jones. Nice to meet you!

[anarkh]

Oh.

[wow, you are a pretty man. Lucky. Quasi looks down at the hand, confused. He doesn't know what this gesture means, but he gives the other man a small, uncertain smile]

N-Nice to meet you as well, Monsieur Jones. My name i-is Quasi..modo.

[nonomoribird]

Why would you frighten someone?

[anarkh]

... [this girl looks like an angel. There doesn't seem to be a trace of fright or judgement in her, so he relaxes considerably, but still keeps back] W-Well...the way I look. Some people are afraid of those who look different.

[memoryguardian]

Now, why in the world would you frighten anyone? You seem like such a sweet man to me!

[anarkh]

...!? [pretty bird lady calling him sweet? Sensory overload! He stumbles back a bit and darts his eyes everywhere, flushing a bit] O-Oh, well...thank you, mademoiselle. Um...I...

[harmonixes]

Afraid? Of you? ( he laughs, but it seems to be in good humour ) I don't know, you might have some trouble with that if you ask me.

[anarkh]

[says the sparkling bishounen. Quasi still smiles though, somewhat ruefully] ...it's harder than I thought around here, at least.

Eeee, mundane's childhood role model. I /had/ to respond. :3

[fairbrook]

[Frightening? The poor boy looked as if he were incapable of intimidating a fly, much less anyone else. She'll just keep that one to herself.]

You look scared, child.

[That's probably the closest Integra can get to being nice, it seems.]

That's funny, you're playing one of MY personal role models~

[anarkh]

S-Scared...? [so much power radiating off this woman (man? no, woman) that he is immediately intimidated into a subservient posture, head ducked down. He can't help it: the way she carries herself is like an authority figure used to being obeyed, and...that reminds him of someone.]

...yes. I suppose I am.

Quasi! <3

[crest_of_diligence]

I don't find you frightening, nim. [She puts the same tone into 'nim' most people would use on 'sir' or 'monsieur'. Bowing briefly, arms folded behind her back, she hopes her black and gray uniform isn't too off-putting.] And the people here are very open minded. There's no need to worry. [She smiles at him, stepping closer and holding out a hand.] My name is Jin-Kyung. And you are?

Hi!

[anarkh]

[compared to the people he's met here, a smart looking uniform is the most normal thing yet. And thanks to a previous conversation, he now knows what that extended hand is for, so he very hesitantly reaches out to take her hand, his large fingers nearly swallowing hers whole]

Q-Quasimodo. I'm beginning to understand that...

[cheese_for_everyone]

Afraid of you? Lad, there are much scarier things than a human with a birth defect.

[anarkh]

I...I know that, but...not everyone does. Some people prefer the monsters they can see.

[if he had any idea who (or what) he was talking to...]

[notquitedracula]

[It's a bit hard to frighten a monster, Quasimodo.]

What about you is supposed to be frightening? [He's trying to be nice, there's a smile and everything, but the poor bastard puts out a subliminal aura of intimidation that's shot through the roof ever since his stint in That Damn Castle.]

[anarkh]

[oh, he's intimidated, definitely. Enough that he keeps a decent distance away, posture at the ready in case he needs to bolt]

I-It's...It's obvious, isn't it? The way I look...

[suicidoll]

I don't quite understand...why would I be frightened?

[anarkh]

[this seems to be a reoccurring question. He smiles in slight amusement, bemused]

Apparently you shouldn't be. A-As it turns out, I was worried for nothing.

[outcasted]

Now who on earth would be frightened of you?

[anarkh]

Oh...! [a soft gasp and he lumbers towards her, effortlessly lifting her up and spinning in joy, his usual shyness absent at her presence] Esmeralda! You're here!

[honorbeforeduty]

Hey, now. [Quasi gets a friendly, bro-like shoulder clap. Here comes your favorite person to be helpful! Except probably not really.] Don't think like that! There are dragons, and people made of metal, and pink hair, and horns growing out of otherwise human heads here. All kinds of interesting people.

You'd have to have, I don't know, spikes growing out of your body to frighten these people!

[anarkh]

[not his favorite, but...pretty far up there. Not that he'd admit it! He smiles wryly, eyebrow raised, and folds his muscular forearms, actually giving a little friendly sass back]

As long as they have the almighty Sun God protecting them, they can't be afraid.

[heh, sun god. Can't believe you thought that would impress her.]

[grownintodreams]

If they are, they aren't frightened of you, per se, but more of what you represent to them.

[You can't see it in icons, but Miles himself is a dwarfish man, only around 5 feet tall, though surgery had mostly corrected the curved spine he had in childhood. And having a good (and expensive) tailor helps with the rest.]

[anarkh]

...oh. A-And...what would that be?

[kingofnightmares]

[Well then, would you look at that.... Pitch observes from a safe distance.]

Why should you care if you frighten anyone?

[anarkh]

...[all he sees is an imposing shadow] B-Because I couldn't know them if they were...a-afraid of me. Fear hides the truth.

have a baby Esmeralda!

[little_gypsy]

Afraid of you? How come?

You look really nice. Your clothes are kinda boring but that's not scary. We should find you something colorful to wear!

oops this is too cute for words

[anarkh]

Esmer--!? [his eyes go wide as he stares down at her in shock] Um, I...g-guess? What...color do you think would look good?

[greymelee]

I don't think you will pal.

[anarkh]

...! [oh, well...when a green...bug? Is he a bug? Aliens are a completely foreign concept to him. When a grey green bug man thing tells him, it must be so.] A-Ah...yes. Apparently there are...more bizarre things out there than me...

[rrbando_rambo]

Aww, take it from me big guy, you don't have to worry! Around these parts we're all sort of a mixed bag...

An' if anyone decides to pick on you, they'll have to pick on me too!

[anarkh]

[TALKING RODENT. That's adorable. He reaches down for Dale to climb on to his hand so they can talk closer] Ha ha...apparently. But I wouldn't w-want you to get hurt for my sake. What's your name?

[he likes animals. For a long time, they were his only friends]

[ittybittyspace]

You kiddin', kid? All you need is a makeover. [Personal space? You'd think he'd never heard of such thing by how he examines Quasi. Genie tugs at his shirt, ruffles his hair, and does he really need a magnifying glass to inspect footwear? Apparently so.] I mean these clothes, this hair...! What are we trying to say here? Bell-ringer - no!

[anarkh]

Hnn--! I...w-what...ah! [all that giant blue energy all up in his business is pretty overwhelming and by the time Genie is looking at his feet, he stumbles backwards on to his butt. He stares up at the djinn in wonder and all he can think of to say is...]

...I am a bell-ringer.

<3 Quasi.

[seethelanterns]

...Why would you frighten anyone?

[Well, okay, he looks...a little different, but that doesn't seem like such a huge deal to Rapunzel. Her hair is different, and she knows it kind of stands out, but still.]

<3 Rapunzel~!

[anarkh]

[gah, another pretty girl. He's going to get better at talking to girls through sheer forced experience at this rate. He rubs the back of his neck and smiles a bit sadly, looking away]

I...wh-where I come from, the way I look is...bad. This place is different, though. I'm...really glad.

Quasssiiii! ...Stop making your heart a prison!

[heartisabattleground]

Quasi! You're here!

[Friend, where have you been!?]

I DO WHAT I WANT.

[anarkh]

...!? [he blinks, confused. Alas, he doesn't know this boy, but he's so friendly and already knows his name, so...some context is obviously missing here]

U-Um, forgive me, I...don't seem to know you...